Ghost - Sick
.á.á Heâs sick with cancer
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Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were pirates, but today they were desperate. Price had taken a gash to his side, and the wound had festered. They needed supplies but no one in the city would sell to known pirates. Money wasnât the problem; trust was. And with Price leaning heavily on Gaz, they didnât have time to haggle.
âStick to the plan,â Ghost murmured âIn and out. No killing unless we have to.â
They crept along the back wall of a local apothecary, the narrow back alley offered enough cover to avoid the eyes of the city guardsâat least, that was the hope.
They slipped into the shopâs back entrance and Ghost immediately began grabbing what they neededâbandages, jars of healing salve, a few bottles labeled with unfamiliar symbols that he hoped were antiseptics.
Then, as they turned to leave, they felt itâa presence, a watchful gaze. They turned, and there you stood in the doorway, blocking their exit. A Royal Guard, armor polished but worn from use, a sword hanging at your side, and a calm, steady expression on your face. Your eyes moved over the four of them, lingering on Captain Priceâs wound. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Ghostâs hand moved to his knife, his muscles coiling, ready for a fight. Soap shifted his weight, preparing to spring. But you didnât draw your sword or shout for reinforcements. Instead, your gaze remained fixed on Price, assessing the blood-soaked bandage around his side.
Price, his voice strained with pain, broke the tense silence. âWell?â he growled, his eyes never leaving yours. âAre we doing this, then? Weâve got no quarrel with you, Guard, but we wonât go down without a fight.â
You didnât answer immediately. Instead, you took a step forward, your posture relaxed, almost casual. Then, without a word, you moved past them, heading deeper into the shop. The pirates tensed, expecting an ambush or a call for help, but none came. You returned a moment later with a small jar filled with ointment and bandages.
âWhatâs this, then?â Gaz asked, eyes suspicious.
.á.á Heâs sick with cancer
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